Seizure

You want that I reveal the fight
Besides the jerks, the grunt, the bite
You want to unravel the place I go
The prelude to loss, where the heartbeat slows.

You want the noise, the noise described
The rising volume, the sweeping tide,
The force that floods my soul with dread:
You want the secrets of my tired head.

My voice is lost beyond the void
I shrink to nought, the self destroyed,
I dissolve beyond substance, I dissolve beyond pain
There is nothing more. Yet I wake to remain.

You assess, you measure, you take me in
I relinquish again, and cannot win
You dampen my spirit, you dampen my brain
I drown in your cure. Yet I wake to remain.